Disclaimer-I wanted to let you in on a secret...I DON'T OWN GW!!!
Author' s Note- Hi, DG back here, but with A Long List of Problems. This
is number 2 in my problem series, which have nothing to do with each
other. The setting is during the end of the major war, when Hilde risked
her life to get info to Duo and Dorothy stabbed Quatre. This focuses on
what happened afterwards, so it is a WYDS, and has nada to do with Girl
Problems.
Duo glanced up from his Gundam cockpit, cursing fate. Hilde still was in
critical and he had to destroy his Gundam some way to keep the peace.
His life was slowly falling apart. With nothing to keep up his happy go
lucky facade, he was miserable, but this time you could see it. His face
was dirty and somewhat charred from the final fight, with white streaks
running down from when he cried for Hilde. In truth, he was as close to
death as Hilde. If not closer.
"Get off me! Get off MEEE!!" Quatre screamed, trying to shake off the
doctors tending to the stab wound. He didn't care if he was hurt. He
needed to get back to her. He sure wasn't going to get any help from
Trowa, his mind growled angrily. Trowa hated her, and Quatre hated Trowa
for that. Couldn't he see, Dorothy had no choice but to use the Zero
system against Quatre, or white fang would have dubbed her a traitor?
Traitors don't live long, Quatre thought. Fighting feebly against
doctors, he slumped back against the pillows, the anesthesia taking
effect.
Hilde's mind bubbled. Faint memories of talking to Relena, stealing a MS
and almost telling Duo how she felt fought against the retreating
darkness that had muffled her brain. She marveled at the control over
her eyes, the first part of her body she had complete control of. She
blinked several times, the light too much, but then came accustomed to
it. Her bright eyes scanned the room, over the chair next to her bed,
the linoleum floor, and the crisp, spotless metal table on the other
side of her bed. Then to the red roses neatly set in a vase on the
table. They' re beautiful, she thought, are they from...Her eyes darted
to the window, where a shadowy shape had shifted positions, light snores
blowing stands of chestnut hair away from his face.
A girl with long flowing platinum blonde hair stood in front of a
hospital door. With ragged and ripped clothes and scratches everywhere,
it was a wonder she was allowed into the pristine hospital. But this
young woman was one whose will rarely allowed her to not get her way.
But still she just stared at the door, tears running down her face. Her
hand came ever closer to the handle, closer until it was touching. She
gathered her wits about her and opened the door and slid in, closing it
with a click that indicated that she locked the world out, too.
Quatre stirred from his medicine induced sleep with a raging headache,
which was only made worse by the blaring light. His first thought was to
call a nurse, but was stopped in his tracks by the sound of muffled
sobbing. Whipping his head in the direction of the foreign noise, He
gasped in mixed delight and a rushing sadness at the sight of a
bedraggled Dorothy Catalonia, crying in the corner.
Hilde gasped audibly, causing the specter in the window to jump visibly,
alarmed at the slightest stir she might have caused. "Hilde? Babe, is
that you? Oh my holy god......" His voice trailed as he stole silently
over to her bed. Hilde, feigning sleep to see what Duo would do, gazed
at him through concealed, slightly open eyes. Duo looked crestfallen,
but decided to continue his moonlight vigil beside her bed. Slumping in
the chair next to the stainless steel bed, he cried. Laying his head on
her pale arm, he sobbed his troubles to her still form, not knowing she
would hear every word as he poured his soul out to her.
Quatre gazed at Dorothy for what seemed like for hours. Her sobbing had
receded to stifled whimpers, and Quatre had felt his heart go out to
her. When she finally looked up, he felt his heart beat faster, in the
hopes she would come over by him. But his hopes were not rewarded, not
in the least perception. Her eyes were closed, and she was leaning
forward on the table, her hands gripping the area around her temples.
Eyes still closed, she muttered darkly, "I survived for you, oh yes, I
did. But what does it matter
now......unforgivable.........stained......hates...hates me now." With
that she slammed her head in her arm and started sobbing again. Quatre
couldn't let her mentally abuse herself anymore, he had to help her.
Gathering his strength he unsteadily placed on foot on the cold floor,
and wincing a bit, the other. Gathering balance he stood up and walked
an unsteady course to Dorothy, who was still crying softly into her
arms, unaware of Quatre' s slow but steady course towards her.
Duo cried nothings into Hilde' s arm, totally devoid of any hope she
would awaken. Why should she. He was Shinigami, the god of death.
Anybody who got too close was doomed. He was convinced she would die
soon, and couldn't take the torture any longer. He cried for the first
time in his life, whispering in between sobs how much he loved her, how
sorry he was, how he wished it could have been him. Hilde was shocked.
Fully awake and not hiding it, she reached her free hand over and
stroked Duo's hair, close to tears herself. She could feel Duo's hold on
her arm loosen, and a whisper resembling one of a small, alone child
reached her ears. "Hilde?"
Dorothy was lost in her own black nothing, alone and scared, the
complete opposite of her former independent self. She now saw the truth,
that war was terrible, it ripped people apart, crushed emotions, made
people see the awful truth underneath the wonderful lies. She had
learned the hard way, and now she had to pay for it. She slid deeper
into depression but was pulled out abruptly by the sound of Quatre' s
soft voice in her ear, "Do you want to be alone? I' m great company if
you give me a chance."
Oh great, Quatre thought, that will scare her off for sure. So there he
was in that tense situation, hugging her from behind with his lips
scraping her ear. Much to his delight, and amazement, she reached her
hands up to his face, pulling his lips closer to hers until they were
millimeters apart. "I could use some company..."
"Hilde?" He brought his huge violet eyes to hers. She started to pull
her hand away from his silky locks but he grabbed it and held it to the
side of his face, as if her hand was removed from him she'd disappear.
"Duo...do you really...do you really lo..."She was silenced by his
finger on her lips, which was soon replaced by his lips.
Dr.Protire was on his morning route around the hospital halls,
distributing medicine and checking heart rates. "All right, Mrs.
Lawrence, I think your alleged tumor was just a freckle! Imagine that!
Now, if you excuse me, I have other patients to check on..." Leaving
Mrs. Lawrence to the nurses, he checked his chart to see who was next.
"Ah, Mr. Winner...nice kid..."He knocked on Quatre' s door, and
receiving no answer, peeped his head inside. "Oh my..." He pulled his
head out and shut the door. "Excuse me, doctor, how is Mr. Winner
doing?" Dr. Protire pulled Quatre's medicine nurse aside and said, "I
know this might sound very strange, but he's * ahem * occupied with
someone at the moment. The nurse giggled. "You know, that' s pretty
funny, because I found that Schbeiker girl in a similar...situation this
morning."
Author' s Note- Hi, DG back here, but with A Long List of Problems. This
is number 2 in my problem series, which have nothing to do with each
other. The setting is during the end of the major war, when Hilde risked
her life to get info to Duo and Dorothy stabbed Quatre. This focuses on
what happened afterwards, so it is a WYDS, and has nada to do with Girl
Problems.
Duo glanced up from his Gundam cockpit, cursing fate. Hilde still was in
critical and he had to destroy his Gundam some way to keep the peace.
His life was slowly falling apart. With nothing to keep up his happy go
lucky facade, he was miserable, but this time you could see it. His face
was dirty and somewhat charred from the final fight, with white streaks
running down from when he cried for Hilde. In truth, he was as close to
death as Hilde. If not closer.
"Get off me! Get off MEEE!!" Quatre screamed, trying to shake off the
doctors tending to the stab wound. He didn't care if he was hurt. He
needed to get back to her. He sure wasn't going to get any help from
Trowa, his mind growled angrily. Trowa hated her, and Quatre hated Trowa
for that. Couldn't he see, Dorothy had no choice but to use the Zero
system against Quatre, or white fang would have dubbed her a traitor?
Traitors don't live long, Quatre thought. Fighting feebly against
doctors, he slumped back against the pillows, the anesthesia taking
effect.
Hilde's mind bubbled. Faint memories of talking to Relena, stealing a MS
and almost telling Duo how she felt fought against the retreating
darkness that had muffled her brain. She marveled at the control over
her eyes, the first part of her body she had complete control of. She
blinked several times, the light too much, but then came accustomed to
it. Her bright eyes scanned the room, over the chair next to her bed,
the linoleum floor, and the crisp, spotless metal table on the other
side of her bed. Then to the red roses neatly set in a vase on the
table. They' re beautiful, she thought, are they from...Her eyes darted
to the window, where a shadowy shape had shifted positions, light snores
blowing stands of chestnut hair away from his face.
A girl with long flowing platinum blonde hair stood in front of a
hospital door. With ragged and ripped clothes and scratches everywhere,
it was a wonder she was allowed into the pristine hospital. But this
young woman was one whose will rarely allowed her to not get her way.
But still she just stared at the door, tears running down her face. Her
hand came ever closer to the handle, closer until it was touching. She
gathered her wits about her and opened the door and slid in, closing it
with a click that indicated that she locked the world out, too.
Quatre stirred from his medicine induced sleep with a raging headache,
which was only made worse by the blaring light. His first thought was to
call a nurse, but was stopped in his tracks by the sound of muffled
sobbing. Whipping his head in the direction of the foreign noise, He
gasped in mixed delight and a rushing sadness at the sight of a
bedraggled Dorothy Catalonia, crying in the corner.
Hilde gasped audibly, causing the specter in the window to jump visibly,
alarmed at the slightest stir she might have caused. "Hilde? Babe, is
that you? Oh my holy god......" His voice trailed as he stole silently
over to her bed. Hilde, feigning sleep to see what Duo would do, gazed
at him through concealed, slightly open eyes. Duo looked crestfallen,
but decided to continue his moonlight vigil beside her bed. Slumping in
the chair next to the stainless steel bed, he cried. Laying his head on
her pale arm, he sobbed his troubles to her still form, not knowing she
would hear every word as he poured his soul out to her.
Quatre gazed at Dorothy for what seemed like for hours. Her sobbing had
receded to stifled whimpers, and Quatre had felt his heart go out to
her. When she finally looked up, he felt his heart beat faster, in the
hopes she would come over by him. But his hopes were not rewarded, not
in the least perception. Her eyes were closed, and she was leaning
forward on the table, her hands gripping the area around her temples.
Eyes still closed, she muttered darkly, "I survived for you, oh yes, I
did. But what does it matter
now......unforgivable.........stained......hates...hates me now." With
that she slammed her head in her arm and started sobbing again. Quatre
couldn't let her mentally abuse herself anymore, he had to help her.
Gathering his strength he unsteadily placed on foot on the cold floor,
and wincing a bit, the other. Gathering balance he stood up and walked
an unsteady course to Dorothy, who was still crying softly into her
arms, unaware of Quatre' s slow but steady course towards her.
Duo cried nothings into Hilde' s arm, totally devoid of any hope she
would awaken. Why should she. He was Shinigami, the god of death.
Anybody who got too close was doomed. He was convinced she would die
soon, and couldn't take the torture any longer. He cried for the first
time in his life, whispering in between sobs how much he loved her, how
sorry he was, how he wished it could have been him. Hilde was shocked.
Fully awake and not hiding it, she reached her free hand over and
stroked Duo's hair, close to tears herself. She could feel Duo's hold on
her arm loosen, and a whisper resembling one of a small, alone child
reached her ears. "Hilde?"
Dorothy was lost in her own black nothing, alone and scared, the
complete opposite of her former independent self. She now saw the truth,
that war was terrible, it ripped people apart, crushed emotions, made
people see the awful truth underneath the wonderful lies. She had
learned the hard way, and now she had to pay for it. She slid deeper
into depression but was pulled out abruptly by the sound of Quatre' s
soft voice in her ear, "Do you want to be alone? I' m great company if
you give me a chance."
Oh great, Quatre thought, that will scare her off for sure. So there he
was in that tense situation, hugging her from behind with his lips
scraping her ear. Much to his delight, and amazement, she reached her
hands up to his face, pulling his lips closer to hers until they were
millimeters apart. "I could use some company..."
"Hilde?" He brought his huge violet eyes to hers. She started to pull
her hand away from his silky locks but he grabbed it and held it to the
side of his face, as if her hand was removed from him she'd disappear.
"Duo...do you really...do you really lo..."She was silenced by his
finger on her lips, which was soon replaced by his lips.
Dr.Protire was on his morning route around the hospital halls,
distributing medicine and checking heart rates. "All right, Mrs.
Lawrence, I think your alleged tumor was just a freckle! Imagine that!
Now, if you excuse me, I have other patients to check on..." Leaving
Mrs. Lawrence to the nurses, he checked his chart to see who was next.
"Ah, Mr. Winner...nice kid..."He knocked on Quatre' s door, and
receiving no answer, peeped his head inside. "Oh my..." He pulled his
head out and shut the door. "Excuse me, doctor, how is Mr. Winner
doing?" Dr. Protire pulled Quatre's medicine nurse aside and said, "I
know this might sound very strange, but he's * ahem * occupied with
someone at the moment. The nurse giggled. "You know, that' s pretty
funny, because I found that Schbeiker girl in a similar...situation this
morning."